If my avacodo goes brown, I'm going to be pissed

I'm not eating until I start my shift at the desk, which is in about another hour. I have two chicken legs and half an avacodo and 24 oz of water. I think it should be ok...but if it's not then GRRRRRRR.

I weighed myself in today. Don't know what to think. Will wait until next Monday to do it again, and hopefully the results will be better.

My legs hurt from yesterday's fun adventure at the fair. But it was worth it. I still have "I Saw the Light" stuck in my head and "Momma's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys." Which is pleasant.

And oh god, I'm starving. I might not be able to wait for lunch.

I had a really good tutoring day today. Good, bright students, eager to learn. They're my favorite kind. I hope they get my time card before Thursday (when the cards are due), because I'll be pissed if I did all this work and my pay is delayed.

Hey! That reminds me! Today is payday! WOO!

Sometimes, when I'm at work...

I feel like I'm really stuck in some bizarre, post-modern, art-house, independent, senior project, short film. Like when somebody calls and says immediately "Do you have any appointments on Tuesday?" It takes my brain a moment to catch up. Who? What appoitnments? When is Tuesday? What the hell are you talking about?

Or when they say, "I need an appointment." Because I'm a mind-reader. If the director of this film had known anything, he would have made me a mind-reader. Or at least let me see the script, so I know what they're all going on about.

Or the people who call who have no idea when they want to be tutored. They'll sit on the phone for twenty minutes and plan their schedule for the next month to fit in a 30 minute appointment. I know normal people whould work out the schedule before the phone call. So what are they doing? Testing me? Or they that self-absorbed and oblivious?

Well if this mad film continues, I demand some changes.
1) I want one cool black and white shot. At least one.
2) I want some odd, catchy, house music playing in the back ground at random intervals.
3) I want Allan Cumming. He'sin all the independent films, right?
4) I want catering. I imagine the writer/producer/director is poor. But come on, don't we get some water around here?

Otherwise, I'm quitting.